Terrible twos aren’t so terrible
Our daughter Elsie will celebrate her second birthday today, and we can officially say we have entered the “terrible twos” era.
I say this all in good humor, but I think she entered that stage a few months back.
I love my baby girl with all my heart. It is so special to have a little girl with their sugar, spice and everything nice.
But I must admit that Elsie has slowly transformed into a little diva. She knows what she wants, and she knows just how to get it.
Just this morning,we had a complete melt down because I didn’t allow her to color herself with markers. Thinking I put the markers in a high location, I came back into the room to discover that she had climbed on top of an adjacent chest and was inching her fingers to grab the marker box. When I placed her back down, she grunted at me.
I have never been grunted at before in my life. But with Elsie, it has become a daily occurrence.
Something else I must get used to is her use of the word “no.” She doesn’t just say it. She says it with sass and a matter-of-fact attitude. And, you guessed it, it is normally followed by the grunt.
Everyone keeps warning me about the terrible two stage and the dramatic moments that come with having a little girl. I thought I could prove them all wrong with a proper princess.
But those folks knew what they were talking about all those times.
Just last Sunday, I had to remove her from children’s time at church because she thought it was a good idea to jump off the pulpit. Fearing she would hit her head, I approached her to “quietly” remove her from the scene.
I got the “no” and the body bends as we walked out of the sanctuary.
She is full of attitude, and I am told it only gets worse.
But I am more than ready for this wild ride.
I want her to have a little spunk. I want a kid who you never know what is going to happen with. That is the fun part.
Already at two years old, Elsie has that larger than life personality.
She loves to laugh, loud. She will let out a series of giggles that echo through the whole house. And she doesn’t care who hears her.
She is the best dancer in Yazoo County. When a tune comes out, her dancing shoes go on. She dances her heart out, and she doesn’t care who sees her.
She loves to explore and have wild adventures. She isn’t afraid of anything. If something grabs her attention, she has to figure it out regardless of the outcome. And she doesn’t care what people tell her.
Elsie walks her own line, marches to her own tune. She is who she is, regardless of what you want her to be.
It would be nice to enter the second year with a prim and proper little girl...a little girl who remains calm and collected.
But where is the fun in that?
I want my Elsie who laughs loud, dances without care and is determined to do things her way. I want my spunky, devil-may-care Elsie.
With her, those “terrible twos” don’t seem so terrible after all.